What keeps a person striving for their dreams? Hope? Faith? Belief? Utter determination to stick it to those that did them wrong? Money? All of the above.
My eyes burn. Water slips from the corners. I removed my glasses a while ago because I got tired of taking them off, wiping away the tears, and repeating the cycle. Yet I stay awake. Slaving toward my word count. I must keep going for you, for a promise I made to myself years ago.
There is tragedy everywhere. But if you look, really look; you can see the up tick of change. The winds are changing. A hope is in the air. People are looking at the greater picture by looking inward.
There will always be those that fight against the current. They fear it. They will say you need to be ready to defend yourself. My question to them is: If everyone put aside their fears, opened their minds to love, to hope, and embraced their dreams, what is there to defend against?